Heroically, Idefied my urge to glance down at his tits."Baby," he said "I'm going to be honest with you, because I recognizethat it must be difficult ...or you to be honest about this with me, and- I imagine - with yourself." he took a deep breath while he composedhis thoughts "This is - this is a lot more than I was expecting. But...but I think that that's okay. The most important thing to me is makingyou happy. I didn't know you felt this way and I'm a little sad thatyou've kept this from me. Come to think of it, he's less of a boy now. He seems noticeably more mature, even when he's just sitting quietly and listening to us. I wonder if his friends at school have begun to notice yet.Piper, on the other hand, had to think about it for a moment. Before she answered she asked, "Would it bother you ... either of you? I think it sounds like fun. But if you have a problem with me being there ... I know how daddy feels about 'his little girl' and wouldn't you to be upset."Craig and I. I grew up witnessing 'Facials and Cream-pies', from men who were neighbors, who's daughters I went to school with, I watched silently from my secluded hiding spot, as their fathers, some pillars within the church, traded their halos for horns, and penetrated my mothers hot flesh, as other held her open for their manhood's to enter and freely seed.The act of sex changes people, turns them from lambs of God, to monsters of Satan, my mother preached purity and chastity, then in the heat of desire,. I was suddenly scared of what I would see. I wasn't stupid, and I knew that Becky had been impressed by Mark's huge cock, and that she had been showing off for him, not for me. What if she was showing off again? What if she was topless, or bottomless again? And why was she moaning?But nothing prepared me for what I saw when I leaned around the corner. Becky was completely naked, her clothes strewn all over the floor, her standing and leaning over the back of the couch. Mark was naked, too,.